Oct 2013
I feel like a green robot at 1 in the morning
There's nobody to stand by and admire how he stands tall and shines his green light proudly, no one but the tattooed drag racers who don't even stop to appreciate him, who fly past without a care.
I feel like that green robot who once was proud and tall, unashamed of his brightness but with time and no proper care began to fade, the yellow paint that was once cheery now peeled and chipped at its dull corners and he no longer stands tall but shriveled and bent like an old man.
You see, like me, something was stolen from him by the conceited, power hungry society we're surrounded by.
life.
There's nobody to stand by and admire how he stands tall and shines his green light proudly, no one but the tattooed drag racers who don't even stop to appreciate him, who fly past without a care.
I feel like that green robot who once was proud and tall, unashamed of his brightness but with time and no proper care began to fade, the yellow paint that was once cheery now peeled and chipped at its dull corners and he no longer stands tall but shriveled and bent like an old man.
You see, like me, something was stolen from him by the conceited, power hungry society we're surrounded by.
life.
